Memories flow back like never ending stories, where we used to sit, what we used to do, where used to be our classes . Teachers come and go, so does students, but memories stayed forever, accumulating, piling up high, so high we'd only recall when we be back where it was held . The D&T room, always smell of saw dust, spent all my four years entering and exiting the room almost a hundred times over . The staff room, library, hall, HOD room and the CITEC room, and my work piece is still there, hung up nicely even though i'm long gone . Be it sad or happy, everything is exactly recalled at the back of my mind . How i wish time would rewind, even though i never regret what i went through to become what i am now, those were the happier times of my life .
Caught up with a few teachers, still the same, looks and character, what used to be our teachers now our friends .
I can't help but feel emotional today, PMS perhaps ? I don't know .
Been thinking again . . .
I noticed, i've changed again . Back then, i was a good girl, goes home after school, brought all textbooks and stuffs . Then came poly, i changed to be a promiscuous girl, dating males up to ages almost 40 years old . And right now, someone daring, playful, different yet again . I don't date flings no more . Coz i know i got you .
Ever since what happen to me at the hospital, i felt my character weakens a lot, so much so i get very very sensitive to every thing you do, and i mean every single thing, including where you look . And it's very hurtful when you lay your eyes at pretty girls, coz my confidence and trust in you drops every time i caught and know you do it . Probably dropped quite a few times by now . Till one day, when things lost what it is, i shall give up . No doubt, knowing the truth sometimes hurt . For anger means i still am over you, and no anger means i already gave up . You do the judging for yourself, for this isn't the first time happening .
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